Friday, January 16, 2009

the other side.

you always complain, about being the one that gets hurt.
you say you're always the one with the heartache.
you talk about what they all have done wrong to you.
but do you hear yourself talk?
what you hated happening to you.
your doing to me.
and i dont think you realize. i dont think your sorry.
you put me through hell, and you know it.
which is why you cant talk to me like you use to.
in fact. you cant talk to me at all anymore...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i didnt know much of love
but it came to soon
and it was me and you
and we got really blue
stay at home talking on the telephone
We would get so excited, we'd get so scared
Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair

but it will always get better bee
there is always tomorrow
and you dont need someone in your life who doesnt understand what a great person you are